A sad fucking day in the big smoke
Writing isn’t my strong points but sometimes crying and shouting isn’t enough.
Sometimes the soul cries out to be heard in other ways, an outlet for the electricity running through your veins.
My life is very unsure and unpredictable now, and not because of my own doing. I am trying desperately to take the reins back. I am surrounded by people who care about me and I am grateful. But the one mother-fucker who ruins my day on a weekly basis is always there, like the day you buy a nice new pair of shoes and step in dog shit - you swear it wasn’t there on the side walk and you don’t know where it came from but somehow you stepped in it and now it’s ruined the happiness you felt and you just want to throw the fucking shoes in the garbage…
Tomorrow will be a better day. Taking my turtle to a street fair with some friends.
Good night… zzz
RIP Amy Winehouse. Hope you are at peace now.
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